The Esoyan Civil War [IC] [All-Tech]

[Feudal Italia]

An Italian fleet from beyond the horizon (beyond the multiverse even ig) makes land in northeastern Xespeau. From the ships steps Emperor Lodovico, accompanied by the members of his Imperial Council; Chancellor Patriziu, Marshal Enrico, Steward Salvestro, Spymaster Iacopo and Court Chaplain Giolio. The Italian Imperial Army, consisting of thousands of soldiers flying the coats of arms of Italia and its vassal realms, make a camp near the shore. Emperor Lodovico gives orders:
"Marshal Enrico, take charge of the troops and make sure the camp is finished before sundown. Spymaster Iacopo, take your spies and scout the surrounding land. See if you can find any Natives. And take Chancellor Patriziu with you just in case you do. He has a way with foreign relations."

It seems the Italians aren't going away anytime soon.

[The Ancient Caste]

PRELUDE /// HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN KING

-{Deep below the surface, Void Sea}-

Darkness.

Deep below the world, where stone dated back to its birth resided, there was a vast cavern. Stretching far, it was hundreds of meters tall, vertically, hidden in the perpetual darkness of those depths.

Yet, it was not empty. Far, far from it.

In the Cave’s center was a subterranean sea, albeit not of any worldly liquid. A great expanse of liquid shadow, slowly coiling on itself. It was darkness in darkness, black fumes rising from it alongside motes of shadow, filling the air with the weight of billions of years. Its depth was immeasurable, any attempts would either fail to detect a bottom or result in the loss of that which was sent into it.

However, perhaps the most startling feature was the city.

Great, umbral spires rose from the liquid darkness, towering onyx edifices contorted in strange, alien angles. As though naturally formed, they flowed and extended, interlaced in vast networks of root-like bridges, extending outwards to the shores of the dark sea, where similar buildings had begun to…grow, more or less, from the cavern walls. As though they were clay in the hands of a potter, billion-year-old columns of granite and other rocks were being shaped and formed, contorted into the bizarre structures of the intruders. Even as one observed, they could see the lines of grand murals and horrific statues begin to take form along the flanks of these vaulted, embryonic halls. Strange figures scaled the walls and pathways, some living things, others seemingly automata and animated sculptures of desiccated creatures.

The tranquil activities of this growing City were disrupted by the sensing of great disturbances above. Of great cannonades falling upon the surface, of something to the far north making its abode below the surface-nowhere near as deep, nor as far south as the Shadow Dwellers had, but most certainly something of note, given the forces they had seemed to wield to so quickly excavate.

Within hushed chambers with audiences of nightmares, ideas were exchanged, potentialities debated, considered, and decided upon. One would be sent to the surface to observe, to learn of the goings-on among the primitives and ants of this world.

The Observer was chosen, and in taking winding roots through the byways and forgotten crossroads of space and time, navigated from the umbral depths to the world above…

-{Southerlands of Meclya}-

The Seer emerged without fanfare. An unnaturally tall figure, yet no giant, the gaunt creature was clad in a long, vantablack cloak, all other details obscured beneath, save for where the face was. An ovular mask, dominated by a single, teardrop-shaped eyehole, that granted no insights to the nature of the wearer. Motionless, if it were affected by the adverse nature of this world’s biosphere, it showed no signs of it. Slowly, with purpose-yet-none, it began to slowly glide out into the world, cloak slightly trailing behind it as it wandered, content to observe, to catalogue.

[Alpistan]

Warning 1 issued to Alpistan for Godmodding. God knows he should know not to try this shit by now...

ah srry what did I do now

[Alpistan]

Nasir runs into Patriziu as he moves with his army.
'Hello, I remember you! We're assembling in the North.'
A rapid movement of troops were rushing to group in formation. Officer Zanjaqh had arrived to command the Raygunners.
The akinjis moved first followed by Sipahis. It was nearly time for the battle of Uchya as thousands coalesced as an army.
The Banner of Hamza was raised in the air.
'Allahu Akbar!' Came the battlecry from the thousands.

[Feudal Italia]

Chancellor Patriziu, King of Sardinia and Corsica, replies:
"Caliph Nasir. It's an honor. You're assembling in the north, you say? Let me return to my camp to inform the Emperor and the Marshal."
He turns to Spymaster Iacopo, Mayor of Viterbo.
"Call your spies. We should return to the camp. We have made contact. Not with Natives, but with an old acquaintance."
King Patriziu and Mayor Iacopo return to their camp along with Jacopo's spies.

[Alpistan]

A transmission arrives.
'Emperor Lodovico, what a pleasure! I believe it is only right that we should discuss our plans of battle. Our sipahis are on either flank and our akinjis will provide bait for any enemies. Our tanks will attack from next to the Sipahis, with me on the right flank and Hamza in the left. Your troops form a wide crescent in front with ample space for our akinjis to pass through. A group of elite soldiers, the most feared in the universe, the Raygunners and Turkic Corps, trained for years, are in the centre of the formation. We must protect them.
Do you have any suggestions?'

[Alpistan]

/ al-bump

[Feudal Italia]

A transmission arrives.
'Emperor Lodovico, what a pleasure! I believe it is only right that we should discuss our plans of battle. Our sipahis are on either flank and our akinjis will provide bait for any enemies. Our tanks will attack from next to the Sipahis, with me on the right flank and Hamza in the left. Your troops form a wide crescent in front with ample space for our akinjis to pass through. A group of elite soldiers, the most feared in the universe, the Raygunners and Turkic Corps, trained for years, are in the centre of the formation. We must protect them.
Do you have any suggestions?'

An answer from Emperor Lodovico returns:
"Sounds like a great plan. I suggest my Marshal, King Enrico, leads the crescent in front. King Patriziu could take the cavalry on the left flank, and Serene Doge Salvestro takes his cavalry on the right. I will lead a defence unit, consisting mostly of pikemen and archers, to protect the Raygunners and Turkic Corps. Mayor Iacopo and Bishop Giolio won't be joining us on this battlefield. I will see you soon."

Not long after the message arrives, the Emperor and his men are arriving on the scene.

"It's good to see you again, Caliph Nasir", Emperor Lodovico says in as much Levantine Arabic as he has learnt from King Patriziu.

[Alpistan]

A transmission arrives.
'Emperor Lodovico, what a pleasure! I believe it is only right that we should discuss our plans of battle. Our sipahis are on either flank and our akinjis will provide bait for any enemies. Our tanks will attack from next to the Sipahis, with me on the right flank and Hamza in the left. Your troops form a wide crescent in front with ample space for our akinjis to pass through. A group of elite soldiers, the most feared in the universe, the Raygunners and Turkic Corps, trained for years, are in the centre of the formation. We must protect them.
Do you have any suggestions?'

An answer from Emperor Lodovico returns:
"Sounds like a great plan. I suggest my Marshal, King Enrico, leads the crescent in front. King Patriziu could take the cavalry on the left flank, and Serene Doge Salvestro takes his cavalry on the right. I will lead a defence unit, consisting mostly of pikemen and archers, to protect the Raygunners and Turkic Corps. Mayor Iacopo and Bishop Giolio won't be joining us on this battlefield. I will see you soon."

Not long after the message arrives, the Emperor and his men are arriving on the scene.

"It's good to see you again, Caliph Nasir", Emperor Lodovico says in as much Levantine Arabic as he has learnt from King Patriziu.

'same to you! We will prepare for the advance into Uchya. I haven't been more thrilled since capturing the rebels in Persia! We will go into Uchya and overpower nearby towns, using them as bases to take the cities around Esoya. I also forgot to mention we converted a village to Islam. here they come now!.'
'Salamualaykum,' the tribal leader says in an accented voice.' Our troops are nearby, I will send some soldiers of my own to scout northwards. And greetings, are you the Italian leaders the Caliph talked about?' Yet, at the same time, an assassin steps behind the leader. Everyone turns and draws their weapons.'

[M-101]

The Computatrum Terram of M-101...
The observers at MICOS, nicknamed Em-Interdimcommobs have been monitoring the interdimensional airwaves nonstop for the last 19 hours. The Computatrum Terram of M-101 is about to perform the most heinous operation in its lifetime. Several days ago, the Death Korps of Kriegs sent an interdimensional request to help them conquer a continent, offering a reward of land. The Comps spent nearly 20 hours formulating their order of battle, and after they secret support to the Kriegs, it was just a matter of time before they receive the interdimensional invite link. While waiting, a massive transdimensional flight to Esoya (the continent the Kriegs are invading) was being prepared. More than a million Comps were loaded, along with an uncountable amount of buildings fabricators, tanks of mainframe-repairing nanites, Comp weapon parts (regular beamers, and several experimental ones), tens of thousands of spacejets, and other miscellaneous items. And of course, several hundreds of experimental subterranean drill vehicles they had been developing. Conveniently, the letter of approval arrives just while the last batch of building fabricators was being loaded. After getting a green light on the ship's systems and the transdimensional portal, MSS Moraine and MSS Momentum waste no time departing to Esoya.

40.000 kilometers above the southern shores of Esoya…
Two enormous green interdimensional rifts appeared, where MSS Moraine and MSS Momentum made their appearance. Before arriving, the Comps publicly announced that their presence in the continent was to analyze the geography and geology. The Comps sent a top-secret message to the Kriegs that albeit they were Krieg-aligned, they cannot assault the natives since they were publicly unaligned. They will still find a way to support them through blockade-clearing and logistics, though. While proper equipment and weaponry were being installed in the numerous Comps, the ships switched on their stealth drives, while the Comps formulate their next plan on the continent...

[Feudal Italia]

"It's good to see you have convinced the natives of the existence of the God of Abraham.", Lodovico says.

As they see the assassin appear behind the leader, Lodovico and his men draw their swords.

"Behind you!", King Enrico instinctively shouts in Italian, hoping he will understand.

[Alpistan]

Nasir slashes across the shoulder of the assassin, promptly slicing the head off the assassin.
'That was crazy.' He says. Now, the tribal leader, Abdullah, saluted them and rode off.
'I believe we should join our forces. Remember, I am on the right sipahi wing. Transmit any messages to me as we ride.'

[Never Gonna Give You Up Rickroller]

General Drogton has sent a transmission to Lieutenant Alastair, informing him they are on the move to the destination, and that they should get on the move aswell. He also tells them that they were ambushed by a group of natives, and lost a hundred men. He says that a few trees were destroyed, spilling out toxic chemicals, and says not to cut any down, as it might leak in to damaged suits. Alastair listens, and orders his men to carry on to the Destination.

General Drogton managed to get a signal from a beacon they placed down at the campsite, and can now pinpoint their position and inform those on the command ship, Alas.

https://i.imgur.com/VSegV0y.png (accounts too new to post images)

Black = Landing Area
Red = Destination
Green = 1st Campsite
Blue = Alastairs Position
Purple = Drogtons Position

(Map inspired by Nitrana, also this is SIC too)

[Feudal Italia]

Nasir slashes across the shoulder of the assassin, promptly slicing the head off the assassin.
'That was crazy.' He says. Now, the tribal leader, Abdullah, saluted them and rode off.
'I believe we should join our forces. Remember, I am on the right sipahi wing. Transmit any messages to me as we ride.'

"Deal. I am in the center, and will keep an eye out on both our troops. This mutual cooperation between both our peoples is a historical moment, and a step in the right direction.", says Lodovico.
They start riding to where the battle awaits them.

[Alpistan]

'It is good that we do not squabble like mice but we stand up to war criminals. We must advance and wait on the border. We can not attack trees, they release toxic gas. this is an alien world. We should keep a eye and my akinjis are arriving with information.
At that moment, Shurabeel came.
'My Caliph, enemy forces are massing 18 kilomettres to the north. They will defend the border to the death.
'So will we. Remember Ibn Habtud. You see, Emperor, that previously the Krieg had captured an Islamic missionary, Ibn Habtud, and cut his head off, gorges out his eyes and was placed in a box next to a cruciix and sent to the barracks in Damascus!'

[Feudal Italia]

"Intolerable behaviour! I know how to feels to have your missionaries abused like that. We will fight these ungodly Kriegers to the last warrior, and show them the might of the God of Abraham! We will either find victory, or heaven. We can not lose.", replies Lodovico.

[Alpistan]

'We shall show that their 'emperor' is a jealous liar and will fight every soldier. It isn't over until the last Krieger soldier falls. Now we will rampage across Uchya for every missionary of the Abrahamic God whose blood was spilt. Deus Vult, Allahu Akbar!'
The men ride to their contingents and prepare to advance into hostile territory. The artillery had finished rolling into their positions and the Akinjis had returned.
'Commence the march and the battle!'

[Feudal Italia]

The armies led by the Emperor and the Caliph march northwards. Every soldier mentally preparing themselves. Within a couple hours they reach the border where the Krieger forces have been amassing. The armies come to a halt, as they wait for the order of attack. Emperor Lodovico speaks to the troops.
"This is it, men. We have blurred the border between faiths. It is no longer a question of Christian or Muslim, but one of a soldier of Abraham or a godforsaken Krieger. We will show them no mercy, and we will send them back to the pits of hell!"
He sends a message to Caliph Nasir who rides on the right.
"We're ready over here. Give the order when you see fit."

[Alpistan]

'Yes.' Nasir rode out onto the plain, masked with his sword in hand.
'O troops of the One true Almighty, avenge every martyr on this land and show the enemy no mercy! For the Almighty,as they did, so shall they be done!
God is the Greatest!'
The battlecry was returned.
'Know that I am not here as your ruler but serving God like you!'
Nasir returned to the flank as the troops assembled.
'Pikemen, forward!'

[Alpistan]

OOC:Neverminf the Krieger army, we'll march unimpeded. Why am I such an idiot that I keep godmodding

[Alpistan]

Upon finding that the Army was simply a mirage caused by the air, Nasir slapped shurabeel on the cheek.
'Nevermind, keep formation and advance. Why would you observe from 6 kilometers? Get me back into my world so I can fight Novaya Russia. Now just advance into Uchya and be at the ready. Wait! Put on your spacesuits,if the environment is harmed we die. '
The army advanced, bypassing any border fortifications and converting villages to Islam.

[Alpistan]

oOC: I'm out.
eIC:Nasir unlocks a time machine and waltzes away with his army
'Call me if you need my help Italia'

[Alpistan]

I entrust half me army to Italia. Use them well.

Goodbye for now.

[Feudal Italia]

OOC: My bad for leaving right when we were getting down to business. I was working.

IC: Emperor Lodovico salutes Caliph Nasir as he leaves, and the Italians, as well as half of the Alpistani army, go back to their camp. Once returned, Mayor Iacopo, the Spymaster, comes to Emperor Lodovico with news.

"My liege, we have found a tribe of Natives to the south, near the Xespeau-Bleora border. They have agreed to a meeting between you and their chief."

"Good.", Lodovico answers. "Bishop Giolio and King patriziu, you all come with me, as well as four soldiers. I will meet their chief to find common ground, and hopefully form an alliance with the locals. Mayor Iacopo, lead the way."

Emperor Lodovico, the three councilors and four soldiers make their way to the Natives.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Kuiper Belt

The makeshift composition of Admiral’s Fleet vessels, several of the local nobles’ fleet ships as well as Border Patrol cutters dropped out of collapsar jump, some with the vessels incapable for this move still attached to their “carrier” ships. Collapsar jumps were amongst the worst things known to any spaceman- having to lie down in a rotating G-compensational chamber and have ones internal cavities being filled with a specially designed G-compensational fluid was a special kind of torture- one nearly all crew members of the patrol boat PD-2311AVII had to endure way more often than originally stated in their contract. Fast patrol craft had usually routinely endured accelerations up to 30G’s- and unlike your usual spaceman, who’d spend this time sedated away, they actually had to work in these conditions. After all, the average run from the farthest edge a collapsar jump could take a spaceship (to the edge of the Kuiper Belt) to the usually inhabited inner part of a star system took your average ship nearly three weeks- for a patrol boat it was mere few days. They were accustomed to going in first and leaving the last- and this deployment would certainly be no different. Checking all systems, the small but proud fleet of 12 boats accelerated away, heading to one of the inhabited systems, their task- to successfully establish communications with the locals and provide them with information regarding the Admiralty’s mission here.

During their run to the planet, they, alongside with the rest of the fleet (using false targets as retranslators for additional safety measures) would transfer a standardized comms type, purposely made to be receivable and understandable by nearly any species with access to basic electronics. As they time went on and they’ve intercepted more radio comms, scrutinizingly analyzed them and deduced more info about combatants, they’d change their messages accordingly, making them more fitting and understandable. Basically, the message included information regarding the types and the identification carried by the fleet, putting much importance on their mission here- to provide humanitarian aid and relief and to reduce the amount of suffering as much as possible. They also require for all sides of the conflict to confirm that they’d not target the vessel and ask for them to help set up a safe orbit, where it would stay out of danger around the planet. As a proof of their good will, one of the patrol boats carries a mobile landing base- a nearlh fully automated MASH-ish field hospital, featuring a crew of two surgeon-commanders. They’re going to land the base on a neutral,ground, should both sides agree to this proposition.